Sorrowful lonely dreams
Wondering why I was chosen
To be parentified, THE strength identified
Each day a sacrifice
Worries gripped, squeezing like a vice
Can’t see, struggle to breathe
The chill lives. Will it ever leave?
Freedom, an ice melt
A statue moving, pain felt
Signs of power
Every needing, pleading hour
A Savior came to heal the sick
Those with soul-weight heavy as brick
Cease the lying
You can’t do life on your own
Seek His presence
Bow your head
As He places your crown
For through the coldest of days
He is the brightest mercy rays
When no friend offers a hand
You are surrounded by angels ordered by the Son of Man
When the avalanche crashes
Stand tall, believe, rise from the ashes
Speak His name, invite Him in
Be saved from the depths of worldly sin.
Can you relate to anything here? I would love to read your comments.
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This poem was written with all children who grow up too soon on my heart. Families are sometimes well-meaning, sometimes not. Either way, young children miss playful innocence as they take care of adult things. These children are given strength by God who sees the lack of nurture in their world.
I am forever thankful for the freedom to walk with a God who loves me. I pray more and more hearts accept Him each day.
If you need prayer or encouragement in your life, please feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org